Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Skriet,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.